The Father of My Twins Mocked Me for Ordering a $5 Cobb Salad – I Stayed Quiet but Karma Acted

What I got was Briggs.

"What's mine is ours, Rae," he'd say. "But don't forget who earns it."

At first, I told myself I was just tired. Then the comments started sounding like rules.

"You've been asleep all day, Rae. Seriously?"

"You're hungry... again?!"

"You wanted kids — this is part of it all."

It wasn't just the words. It was his smirk behind them and the way he always said them when someone else was in earshot. It was like he wanted witnesses.

The comments started sounding like rules...

By 10 weeks, my body was done, and I was battling with the changes happening inside me. But Briggs still dragged me to meetings and warehouse drop-offs like I was luggage.

"You coming?" he called once, while I struggled to get out of the car. "I can't have people thinking I don't have my life together."

"You think they care what I look like, Briggs?" I asked, breathless. My ankles were swollen, and a deep pain rose up my spine.